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I cant understand these
paths diverging in the dark
we wander and expect and wait and nothing
turns out as planned or dreamed or wished for

Like wandering pilgrims our paths cross
at the corner in the dark on the street
in our hearts and each time
you grow further, uglier,
hateful, shameful, closed off and broken down
and we stay sequestered away

Track Name: November 20th

Candles won't change a fucking thing
Like a good a new miracles up his sleeve
I'll hold my breath

A new list for each November

I sit at home and read the names
of strangers who I could have been
I shouldn't have to be so proud
I stayed alive for twelve more months